About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they
Its human position; how it takes
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately
For the miraculous birth, there always must
Children who did not specially want it to happen,
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Brueghel's Icarus for instance: how everything turns
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
